My first experience of i***** was with my dad when I was 8 years old. Mum had been in hospital with a broken leg following a car accident, and Dad needed s**. He’d often undressed me for bed, but on that particular night, instead of putting my nightdress on me, he lay me on the bed and licked my c*** until he brought me off. Then, holding the lips of my bald p**** open, he eased the head of his c*** in until it reached my hymen. With one hard push, he tore through it and started f****** me. I cried for a few minutes, but then the sensation of his c*** riding up and down inside me became pleasurable. I had a second c** before he finally spunked up me. I’m 19 now, and whenever we’re alone together, we now enjoy a good, incestuous f***. Mum suspects nothing.